Gerome [Public domain], via WikiPaintings
“No,” I whispered.
With a contented sigh Hewa drew my hand over her firm breast. Jafari wiggled his hips, nestling his hard cock in the furrow of my ass. He rocked back and forth.
I positioned myself in front of him. Jafari stroked stroked from the ridge of my nose to the top of my brow.
This is an original story, chronicling how three of the characters of my upcoming novelette, The Vampire’s Gallery, met. What you missed can be found here. It’s part of Six Sentence Sunday. Click the link for more awesome stories!
Please note: This is set around 1 BC, and is light when it comes to historical accuracy. I mean, no one’s going to whip out some matches or a PSP, but there are probably details I’ll get wrong.